This weekend I dealt with death. Not so much in a personal way, but on the outside looking in.
Funerals and visitations have always remained very strange to me. At one point you’re with a loved one on the brink of death. Then the next day you’re putting on a suit and greeting visitors with your loved one’s body nearby, all the while, trying not to break down emotionally while you stand for hours. Surreal. And yet it seems like the last thing that I would want to do is to see other people during a time of my grief. Then there’s the church announcement of help needed for food preparation. Yet I don’t think I would be in the mood to eat during a time of grief.
Maybe I’m the exception to the rule. Others would want to surround themselves with loved ones….eat confort food.
I dread funeral and visitations. I don’t go to many. I usually find myself anxious during the visitation because I simply don’t know what to say. I’m not even sure if it is appropriate to hug people, at least for me if I don’t know the family well.